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Chapter 2
Whenever Lissa whistled, her kids thought the neighbors would hear it. Their nearest neighbors were a few hundred feet down the road. One benefit to living in a wealthy gated community. The whistle was, however, rare. Usually she just raised her voice when calling names, or if dinner was ready. Thing was, Lissa seldom cooked these days. She either ordered or called for take-out, and then went to pick it up.
Sometimes she insisted on certain family activities like a game or movie night. The latter was more acceptable to Jenna and Izzy, but they both rolled their eyes at any game, except for maybe heads-up.
Seeing their big brother and mom be so playful with each other was often sickening. At one time Lissa suspected they were envious of such a friendship, but now she knew better; the girls were had just become apathetic.
To no surprise, despite his recent reclusion, Leo still rushed downstairs first. He found his mom in the kitchen, hips shifted to one side and hand on the counter. Trimmed fingernails drumming the marble, impatiently ; not far from her rested her purse . He began to ask what she had whistled for, and then gulped. Leo stared, the sight of his hot Mommy somehow drowning out the sound of his sisters' footsteps plodding down the upstairs hall, taking their damn time.
Lissa was not alien to wearing tight attire. Her figure made even sweatpants look snug on her. Though D-cups, her breasts often seemed small in comparison to her giant butt. This, however— this was different .
The banded halter-top was detached from the pants, tied tightly enough to just barely cover her nipples, and keep each breast parted. The sea of exposed light-caramel skin from sternum to stomach would have made Leo's eyes salivate if they could. He could tell the outfit was backless; he loved every inch of his mom, not just her T and A. Although…he did especially love her A. The matching, thinly pinstriped navy pants were beautifully snug and accentuated the breadth of her motherly hips, especially against a backdrop of white motifs in the kitchen.
" Hi, honey ," she waved at him, and puckered her lips. Then giggled as he blinked rapidly and awkwardly tried to hide his boner. The basketball shorts over no boxers wasn't helping, even if he wa s just barely five inches hard.
"Oh, h-hi mom," Leo replied, shakily, his gaze darting. He headed toward her, only to deviate last-second and hop onto a stool by this side of the counter. He cleared his throat, realizing to himself that he had just barely kept himself from tacking on the additional 'm' and 'y' to her "name." Despite the absence of his sisters just yet, he still felt pressured to avoid falling into that lovely ditch that was being a momma's boy. Especially when his momma was…
He glanced up at Lissa.
Now he was even closer, and she turned to lean forward, the inner edges of her breasts relaxing on top of the counter. His cock throbbed almost painfully under his shorts, pulsing, and his balls tingled.
" How've you been enjoying your break?" Lissa asked , savoring his inability to sustain eye contact, but not acknowledging it .
She looked forward to the rest of his spring break. It was only the fourth day of the first week . Two business weeks, plus weekends, before he'd return to school as a junior. She knew he wasn't thrilled about school as much as he was about learning things; reading, writing, and the like. He was a solid B-student, with prospects for straight-As, but she suspected his social anxiety and awkwardness was crippling his high school experience.
Unbeknownst to Lissa, but not completely out of her suspicions, Leo was essentially bullied enough as it was by his own little sisters . Even in spite of his age, and being slightly taller.
Leo was 5'8" and yet still shorter than his mom, who stood an imposing 5'10"— not including the heels she occasional wore. Now, she had on a pair that must have been at least three inches. W hereas his sisters were about the same height, 5'4" or so, and never wore heels . Outside their rooms, playing dress-up and the like, anyway.
"Um…good, it's… it's going okay," he muttered in response.
Her brow furrowed. " Just okay, baby? That's no good. You should be having the time of your life, Leo. Spring break, high school. Next year you'll be a big boy. Eighteen."
Leo smiled slightly. He heard footfalls hitting the steps, but his heartrate and love for Mommy drowned them out.
"I'm…I'm not a big boy yet?"
"Aw, of course you are. I just meant…well, you'll always be my baby boy."
His cock twitched harder and he started to reach for her hands, which were on the counter, lazily clasped together. Then the overlapping chatter of his sisters violated his ears and he withdrew. Sharply. Almost like a recoil.
Lissa had been excited to see her son relax around her or at least start to be vulnerable again—and then suddenly he retreated into his shell again. As his sisters approached, Lissa glanced at them and immediately saw how their gazes painted him. With so much judgment and even disgust.
She was no rocket scientist, but she wasn't blind, either.
Her deduction angered her, and made her already embittered heart—toward her daughters—even stronger.
She tried not to show it.
"Oh my gawd ," Izzy scoffed , under her breath but not inaudibly. Now she and Jenna looked at their own mom with distaste.
"Uh, ew ," Jenna muttered , nose wrinkling.
Lissa cleared her throat, almost violently. The girls perked up a little, and stopped talking.
"Come here, you two," Lissa demanded. More angrily than she initially intended.
"Yeah?" Jenna said, with attitude.
Leo half-turned his head to glance at them. Unsurprisingly, Jenna wasn't wearing anything particularly flattering. Not that it really mattered. Her lean figure, perky B-cups, and shapely butt —even in modest jeans—still made her hot. Apart from that, she was undeniably beautiful. Though, side-by-side with Izzy, Leo couldn't lie; his cock was harder for that little bitch even more. Physically she was about the same as Jenna, except for slightly bigger boobs. Minuscule difference only he could tell, and maybe Lissa. He also thought she had a nicer butt, too, though it was hard to discern given the attire she wore.
Presently they were both dressed rather lazily.
Jenna wore a long-sleeve, somewhat snug, white turtleneck and clearly no bra beneath. He could see how her beady nips pressed into the fabric. She didn't seem to care; shocking there. The casual-fit jeans were high- waisted , although a sliver of midriff was left exposed. Her long black hair draped chest-length.
I zzy 's hair was much shorter, an inch or two above her shoulders. She was wearing less makeup than usual, and was so naturally beautiful he wanted nothing more than to—
"I was gonna go grab some take-out, come back, and we can maybe eat together, watch a movie."
"Where are you getting take-out from?" Izzy asked, not without attitude. She sized her up and chuckled. "The gala ?"
Lissa marched up to her more aggressively than Leo had ever seen, and unlike his sisters—who were suddenly petrified by their mom's approach and glaring expression, but frozen with eye contact—he saw her hands ball into fists at her sides. Even when she arrived in front of the girls, Izzy in particular, the sisters gawked up at their mom. Leo stayed seated, about ten feet behind her; he was torn between studying how her fists shook, and ogling her amazing backside .
As she just mean-mugged Izzy at point-blank range, silence like a pall setting over them, Leo realized his mom was resisting the urge to use force.
"Anything else?" Lissa finally spoke. She had to hold back adding "you little bitch," let alone a slew of other befitting nouns for Izzy.
She gulped, that arrogance having suddenly dissipated in the wake of fear and inferiority. When Lissa snapped her head to the left to stare at Jenna, she flinched. Lissa repressed the urge to smile, diabolically. Jenna shook her head.
"No, mom. We're…sorry." Jenna eventually mumbled.
Lissa could read sincerity in her eyes. Trepidation in her voice.
"Good," Lissa said, and stepped back. She sized up Izzy. Her 16-year-old daughter was wearing a snug, long-sleeved, black shirt over bra-clad breasts and a pair of matching sweatpants. Lissa loathed how beautiful her little girls were. Izzy especially; the mouth on this bitch made her want to—
"Can I tag along?" Leo asked, taking Lissa by surprise. She half-turned away from her daughters, to see him still sitting on that stool, but with perter posture.
"Of course, sweetie," Lissa said, her tone completely different than when addressing Jenna and Izzy.
"Uh-oh, momma's boy is back at it," Izzy snickered quietly, nudging Jenna's arm. Jenna began to suppress her own chuckle, and then Lissa turned to snap a mean stare down at that.
"You say that like it's a bad thing, Isabela," Lissa said, enunciating her name slowly, knowing it annoyed her.
Izzy's eyebrow flinched high and her nose wiggled in contempt. Her gaze darting away from her mom's, because she didn't have the spine to spit attitude and look her in the eye.
"I mean, not if you're seven , but, seventeen ?" Izzy's plump lips barely moved to deliver the words, but Lissa heard her well enough.
Lissa smirked. She started to step back, to walk away, but then she returned to Izzy. Closer than before, bowing her head to violate her personal space. Izzy flinched. Lissa resisted grabbing her in some way. Their noses almost touched.
"I'm sick of your fucking attitude, Izzy," Lissa practically snarled. She hid her delight in how the line warped Izzy's expression, and destabilized her composure. She didn't scoff or retort, she crumbled inside. Lissa's head whipped left and she shoved her face into Jenna's, make her flinch, too. "Both of you. When Leo and I come back with the food, I want to see plates and napkins set up on the counter. Pour sodas, and be ready to sit down for a movie. We're gonna let your big brother decide what to watch. If I hear a single word of contempt from either of you before the end of the night, you're going to regret it in ways you can't even fathom. Understood?"
They both gulped, audibly, and nodded.
"Good." Lissa stood up straight. She looked down at her own body. And then at Izzy. "You disapprove, miss-wannabe-model? What, too much skin? Not enough?"
Izzy shrugged and shook her head.
"Maybe you'll have something to say when we get back." Lissa jabbed a finger at her, without making contact. She began to backpedal. "And I know little brats like to gossip. Don't . Just because I'm not here doesn't mean it's not disrespectful."
"W-We won't, mom. We'll…get everything ready." Jenna's left hand brushed Izzy's, and Jenna started to nod. "Drive safe."
Lissa flashed a big, undeniably sarcastic smile. "Thanks, dear."
She turned and strode away from them, reached the counter, and dug her Porsche key-fob from her purse. Then she extended her hand across the counter, toward Leo. Her head nodded toward the doorway, and she started to walk away. He slid off the stool and approached her, tentatively. She beckoned him, a gesture tha t usually meant "take my hand." Leo was dumbstruck — he ached to hold her hand, even at seventeen, even simply walking out of the kitchen. He'd eat from it if he could; literally. But right now? In front of them ?
I nitially he resisted her hand , as she walked toward the front door, him at her heels . Then he accepted it, and the firm warmth enrobing his made him feel safe inside. He left the house with her, anxiety of being harassed by his sisters dissipating once they were outside.
Still, he was riding a strange wave of arousal and adrenaline after witnessing that unusual exchange